is hot. i kind of love July because its in the summer and i get to have all these great adventures with my friends. We always have the bestest of times. and yes bestest is not a word but it really expresses the silliness of us all. I mean we fight over who’s the grand master dance champ of the camp! by the way its just the one who gets the highest scores the Wii dance party:) so fun! I love it! We have quite the rivalries.

My dad was bor in July. 62 years ago, in a small southern village in Lebanon, wonder what life was like. There are no pictures, no documents, no memories apart from those in his head that exist as proof of existence there.

July was a time that I loved you most. You let me put my arm through yours even though it was much too sticky for that, and we would sit for hours talking. The fireworks never had brought us closer than on the forth when we laid cuddled up and happy, like the world was ours to conquer at last.

July is my birthday month is really hot and sometimes rainy
and sort of depressing when you are at work. I dont know why they
let kids have summer vacation only to take it away when they need
it most. The time when they are depressed and realize shit costs
money.

In July, especially in the evenings, it’s very easy to lose your sense of self and have your soul drift off into the fog, never to be seen again.
Some suspect that these souls are what eventually turn into fireworks.

July was so long ago. In july i just had mere illusions of what this place would be like. I couldn’t have known, that it wouldn’t just change something, it would change everything. I was still in a summer haze, spending lazy days doing nothing and knowing nothing about my bright future.

June, forth of July . The party at the house I grew up around, with all the stoners and drunks and rockers . I miss that . I miss all of them and I miss feeling like part of that huge family . I wish when my parents split they didn’t make things so different . I miss having those people to give flowers to, or just to sit by a campfire with . Or go swimming in the pond connecting all their houses . And my friends . Gloria, and Bobby, and that other red headed freckled kid Andy who hasn’t been seen since we were all 7 . Bobby’s still such a great friend and it just reminds me how much I miss living there, being there, belonging somewhere . That somewhere being in the chain of houses those amazing people own together who made me feel real, like I mattered .

We live in a small town which doesn’t have many illegal fireworks. But every now and then some friends drive to a bigger city and bring a few down. We then sit and enjoy the colorful show of it all on the celebration of our country’s independence. :)

July? What is July? Some may say it is a month that follows after June. Or it is the month of the birthdays of the others. Or the months of cancer. But I say July is part of the amazing months that have filled the year with surprises and fun things.

His birthday was in July. The sixteenth. And we’d always have a picnic to celebrate. He’d squeal with delight when we laid the rug down on the grass. Every time. That little face of his is what I’ll always remember. Those glowing, blue eyes and his smiling innocence framed by that fine, blonde hair in the sunshine. That vision of him in my mind never fails to make me smile, and for a second I dare to forget. In that half moment, I time travel, and he’s back, and we’re together. But my stomach buckles and it all screams back to me, like a home movie at a million miles a minute being sucked in through my eyes. A stretched blur, swallowing whole every last bead of bliss it contained, spitting out a void where I was once happy. The wave of shock rockets through me like an unexpected fall from a height, spiraling. And I have to scrunch my toes to grip the floor and stiffen my legs to stop me falling forward. Every time.

The month I was born. The month my birth mother pushed her hardest. The month my parents now decided to hide thier heartbreak & adopt another baby. Thier strenth amazes me. They lost a son just a few months before, but they moved on. And I love them for that.

My mother’s birthday is in July. That’s the month in the summer where you’re most aware of how brutal DC heat is. The warmth lets me know its time to enjoy these few months ebecause i know the 8 months of cold are coming. I love July

The hot month, I shudder at the thought of sweat creeping down along my back and my hands clammy from the humidity. Tears from the fireworks dripped down the sky, I had accomplished with making man into machine but his existence was short, a fact he mortally lamented.